A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Once a renowned wedding dress designer adored by celebrities, Laura had chosen to become a full-time housewife.

While some might Lament her career sacrifice, Laura felt no regret.

She cherished her role as Edwin’s wife.

To others, Edwin might appear authoritarian and demanding, but to Laura, he represented the epitome of excellence.

Edwin set down his coat and joined Laura on the sofa.

He drew her close, inhaling the scent of her hair.

“Have you taken a shower? You smell wonderful!”

Laura responded softly, “Your father waited for you in the drawing room until eleven.

Eventually, he got too tired and retired to his room…”

As she fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, she ventured cautiously, “Could you try to come home a bit earlier next time? At least during their stay here.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

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Edwin’s piercing gaze met hers.

Understanding his unspoken thoughts, Laura wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him timidly.

However, Edwin seemed distracted.

Sensing his mood, Laura gently kissed his chin instead.

After a moment, Edwin gently halted her actions.

He caressed her face, his voice low and rough.

“It might be a bit awkward if the maid sees us like this… She’ll likely feel compelled to make some nourishing soup for me tomorrow.

”

At his words, Laura’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red.

Edwin often had strong desires, but ironically, the household staff perceived Laura as the instigator.

This misconception fueled Laura’s frustration.

Yet, despite their years together, Laura still felt uneasy when their intimate moments were witnessed.

Lost in thought, Laura was startled when a maid entered with a tray of food.

The maid caught a glimpse of their closeness and quickly averted her eyes, flushing with embarrassment.

Laura, too, felt her cheeks warm with mortification.

Attempting to lighten the mood as he sensed her discomfort, Edwin, weary from a long day, gave her a playful pat and teased, “Feeling shy now, are we?”

Laura felt a mix of annoyance and embarrassment but chose to remain silent.

With an understanding smile, the maid remarked, “It’s lovely to see such passion between you.

You’re both still young; maybe another child will be on the way soon?”

Edwin, seizing the opportunity to shift the mood, reached into his coat and handed the maid an envelope, a generous tip indicating his appreciation for her discretion.

The maid set down the food and quickly exited, closing the door with care behind her.

Laura, eager to disengage from the increasingly passionate embrace, tried to slide off Edwin’s lap.

But Edwin, now stirred by the moment, deepened his kisses, his hands exploring with growing intensity.